Shadows And Hue

The prayers of a blind man for daybreak is like the dust with no direction,

He is a stranger in his bedroom,

For him, it takes forever to reach the east,

The wish to live forever is a man who will die soon.

Who knows where his feet will fall?

The battle between shadows,

Its hue fade before sunrises,

What is the need for sun and rain?

He seeks for tomorrow when it will die today,

He asked for food when his mouth can't move,

A foreigner in his compound takes forever to reach its home,

Who decides what will happen if not good always.